we were
talking about."
"No," she corrected. "You made a blanket statement. An incorrect one."
Jeremy glanced from one to the other. Like a ball
in the tennis match, they seemed perfectly content to
lob one-liners at the other with no signs of fatigue. "I
better get back to work. Bye, guys!"
And before they could say another word, he took
off.
"Hold still, Jeremy. I need to mark the places where
I need to fix the seams."
"This itches."
"It's going to itch something fierce when you wear
it for the reenactment."
He frowned. "Don't remind me. It's going to be as
hot as can be. I'm going to have to give up a whole
day's work at the club, too."
"I'll be there."
"You'll be the only reason the day won't be a complete washout."
The word made her think of possible good news.
"Maybe it will rain?"
Jeremy managed to look even more miserable.
"Haven't you heard? The real Civil War soldiers actually fought in the rain. Joanne says we'll do this
reenactment rain or shine."
Dinah couldn't help but imagine how uncomfortable
the real soldiers must have been, especially when hunger, weariness, and despair had set in. "We'll just have
to hope for cool, sunny skies, and a quick battle."
"You're such an optimist. I sound like a spoiled kid
next to you. Sorry."
As she smoothed the fabric across his broad shoulders and placed a pin in one or two of the seams, she
shook her head. "You don't sound like that at all. Just
like a guy who would rather be wearing shorts in
ninety degree weather instead of a navy blue uniform."
Slowly he lowered his head to meet her gaze, and
within moments Dinah felt transfixed, all over again.
What was it about Jeremy that made her feel so young
again? So carefree?
Probably his easy smile, beautiful eyes, and his lithe
build.
And his kindness. His gentle way with Bryan. The
sexy way he kissed, like he was savoring her.
She sighed. Whenever she thought of Jeremy, she
couldn't help but feel a jolt to her heart, the kind she
used to feel in seventh grade when Brad Franklin sat
down beside her in homeroom. From that instant,
nothing had existed but him. She'd forgotten the name
of her teacher, her two friends she'd known from choir
the year before. Brad had filled her world completely,
even though all he'd done was smile.
That was how she felt around Jeremy, and the overwhelming puppy-love feelings made her feel scared
and uncomfortable, like she was too old for such
things but her body didn't realize that.
He shifted and looked away, then cleared his throat,
making her sure that he was just as spellbound as she
was. "Who's the other uniform for, again?"
"Well, it was for your brother Kevin, but now it's
for Stratton Sawyer."
He grinned at that. "I knew Kevin was going to get
out of it."
"Actually, Stratton seemed pretty excited about the
idea."
Jeremy figured Stratton was just trying to please
Joanne. "So ... fitted him yet?"
"Only the basics. I took his measurements the other
day. He's going to stop by the store one night next
week to do this with me." She smoothed her hands
down the length of his left leg, tried not to think about
how muscular that leg felt, and began marking off the
hem.
Jeremy's eyes turned stormy just as his left leg stiffened. "It doesn't bother you, doing all this ... pinning?"
"Relax your leg. And not in the slightest," she said,
bravely trying to ignore how her body was reacting to
being so close to him. "I like to sew." She finished
the marks, then stood up, circling Jeremy one more
time.
"Maybe Joanne could help you with Stratton." His
eyes lit up as she faced him again. "Or she could come
with him!"
"Now why would she want to do that?" Dinah
asked, smoothing the fabric along the planes of his
back, then kneeling in front of him to check the line
of the jacket.
His cheeks flushed. "I don't know."
Dinah bit her lip. What was bothering him? The
idea of fitting Stratton's costume ... or this particular
fitting
talking about."
"No," she corrected. "You made a blanket statement. An incorrect one."
Jeremy glanced from one to the other. Like a ball
in the tennis match, they seemed perfectly content to
lob one-liners at the other with no signs of fatigue. "I
better get back to work. Bye, guys!"
And before they could say another word, he took
off.
"Hold still, Jeremy. I need to mark the places where
I need to fix the seams."
"This itches."
"It's going to itch something fierce when you wear
it for the reenactment."
He frowned. "Don't remind me. It's going to be as
hot as can be. I'm going to have to give up a whole
day's work at the club, too."
"I'll be there."
"You'll be the only reason the day won't be a complete washout."
The word made her think of possible good news.
"Maybe it will rain?"
Jeremy managed to look even more miserable.
"Haven't you heard? The real Civil War soldiers actually fought in the rain. Joanne says we'll do this
reenactment rain or shine."
Dinah couldn't help but imagine how uncomfortable
the real soldiers must have been, especially when hunger, weariness, and despair had set in. "We'll just have
to hope for cool, sunny skies, and a quick battle."
"You're such an optimist. I sound like a spoiled kid
next to you. Sorry."
As she smoothed the fabric across his broad shoulders and placed a pin in one or two of the seams, she
shook her head. "You don't sound like that at all. Just
like a guy who would rather be wearing shorts in
ninety degree weather instead of a navy blue uniform."
Slowly he lowered his head to meet her gaze, and
within moments Dinah felt transfixed, all over again.
What was it about Jeremy that made her feel so young
again? So carefree?
Probably his easy smile, beautiful eyes, and his lithe
build.
And his kindness. His gentle way with Bryan. The
sexy way he kissed, like he was savoring her.
She sighed. Whenever she thought of Jeremy, she
couldn't help but feel a jolt to her heart, the kind she
used to feel in seventh grade when Brad Franklin sat
down beside her in homeroom. From that instant,
nothing had existed but him. She'd forgotten the name
of her teacher, her two friends she'd known from choir
the year before. Brad had filled her world completely,
even though all he'd done was smile.
That was how she felt around Jeremy, and the overwhelming puppy-love feelings made her feel scared
and uncomfortable, like she was too old for such
things but her body didn't realize that.
He shifted and looked away, then cleared his throat,
making her sure that he was just as spellbound as she
was. "Who's the other uniform for, again?"
"Well, it was for your brother Kevin, but now it's
for Stratton Sawyer."
He grinned at that. "I knew Kevin was going to get
out of it."
"Actually, Stratton seemed pretty excited about the
idea."
Jeremy figured Stratton was just trying to please
Joanne. "So ... fitted him yet?"
"Only the basics. I took his measurements the other
day. He's going to stop by the store one night next
week to do this with me." She smoothed her hands
down the length of his left leg, tried not to think about
how muscular that leg felt, and began marking off the
hem.
Jeremy's eyes turned stormy just as his left leg stiffened. "It doesn't bother you, doing all this ... pinning?"
"Relax your leg. And not in the slightest," she said,
bravely trying to ignore how her body was reacting to
being so close to him. "I like to sew." She finished
the marks, then stood up, circling Jeremy one more
time.
"Maybe Joanne could help you with Stratton." His
eyes lit up as she faced him again. "Or she could come
with him!"
"Now why would she want to do that?" Dinah
asked, smoothing the fabric along the planes of his
back, then kneeling in front of him to check the line
of the jacket.
His cheeks flushed. "I don't know."
Dinah bit her lip. What was bothering him? The
idea of fitting Stratton's costume ... or this particular
fitting
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